full moon rising on the waters of my soul
A ghost of a grin drifted across Amun’s lips before it disappeared. ”Thank you.” Nodding at Zidane’s observation about clothing, the potter ordered the square to return to his normal appearance. At the other man's comment about the square being useful, a smirk twisted the potter's features into something ugly for a brief moment. "Hope so, considering I'm down a hand." This time, his voice was low not because he didn't want to be overheard, but because he was maybe a bit bitter about his plight.
The other man's head on Amun's shoulder was a surprise, though a welcome one. However, at Zidane's question, the potter hesitated, then shook his head. "No. I'm moping."
The other man's head on Amun's shoulder was a surprise, though a welcome one. However, at Zidane's question, the potter hesitated, then shook his head. "No. I'm moping."
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